This was the first time Yogo Angramo had seen such a battle.
The elite formation of the Khol Empire was completely destroyed after four rounds of bombardment from the 24-pounder cannons. The Undead Knights charged into the enemy formation unhindered, and countless skeleton soldiers followed suit.
Until the end, she still could not understand. In Angramo's opinion, the 24-pounder cannons were not that powerful. Although they were powerful, their actual damage was not as direct as a high-energy spell.
In fact, this was indeed the case. However, the undead were completely different from the living. They were completely unaware of the 24-pounder cannons, but humans were different. The psychological pressure that the soldiers were under was shocking.
The Kohor army did not expect the undead to possess such a weapon as the "magic cannons". They were already considered elites to be able to hold their ground after three rounds of bombardment. However, the fourth round of bombardment caused the ordinary soldiers to completely lose their will to resist. Although the commander tried his best to salvage the situation, many soldiers still collapsed due to fear. No one knew who would be hit by the next round of bombardment.
Defeat was contagious. When the wave swept through the shield-wielding soldiers, Byff knew that the situation was out of control. He had to abandon some of the soldiers and retreat. Otherwise, the entire army would be buried here. The undead were not afraid of losses.
It was not that he did not consider charging into the enemy formation to kill the leader of the undead. However, Angramo had grown a lot. She was no longer the brute who led the charge. The Skeletal Dragon had shrunk back. Byff's Dragon Hunter companions were no longer around. He did not think that the few knights around him had the ability to charge into the sea of skeletons.
The soulfire in Angramo's eye sockets burned. She shared the vision of the Undead Knights. She could faintly feel that the war in the Blackwing Empire would be very different. She knew her father, Caesar Tangerine. With such powerful weapons in hand, the Black Dragon Emperor would not rely on the sharp teeth and claws of the monsters to wage war.
Should I hide it?
Such a thought popped up in the skeletal dragon's mind. She did not like such a change. Swords, claws, and magic were the main theme of Eladia. She felt an inexplicable disgust towards these weapons that did not rely on magic. She even felt … fear towards the future?
The war ended with the defeat of the enemy. The undead searched for weapons, armor, and survivors on the battlefield. The sun gradually sank into the mountains. Angramo looked at the blood-red sky and the sound of crows cawing in the distant forest. She felt a rare emotion and a sense of desolation.
As a core member of the Blackwing Empire, she knew the production process of these cannons. It was because of this that she felt more and more resistant. The production process of these weapons was extremely simple and easy to mass-produce....... and a normal person could quickly familiarize themselves with these weapons.
In this way, would there still be a difference between the strong and the weak?
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Jon Arthur had yet to recover from his shock.
He did not understand how they had lost. The skeleton soldiers were as weak as ants. He only needed to wave his sword gently to cut them down. There were also no particularly powerful spellcasters to attack them together. Yet, the soldiers fled in panic as if they had seen the Demon King. He could not even blame anyone else. The one who gave up the battle was the legendary warrior, Byff, whom he had given the command.
After noticing that the soldiers were in chaos, Byff made a prompt decision to retreat. They retreated for nearly ten miles.
When night fell, they chose a place near the river to set up camp. The knights and crossbowmen who were separated from each other gathered together. However, most of them were still missing. Only less than four thousand of the six thousand soldiers who were in charge of defending the undead returned. This was the result of Byff's timely judgment. Otherwise, the losses would have been even greater.
But it was undeniable that this was still a crushing defeat. Now, they were facing a difficult situation where they were attacked from both sides.
In the largest tent in the camp, the commanders gathered together and looked at Jon Arthur with pale faces. The latter's face was not much better than Jon Arthur's.
"Can anyone tell me how the undead got their hands on magic cannons? Where did they get them? Even in the trading cities, magic cannons are strategic weapons that cannot be used easily. It is even more impossible for them to be sold to the outside world. Could it be that the North made them themselves?
Or the Swamp Dwarves sold them? "
As he spoke, he glanced at Byff. "You were at the frontline. How many magic cannons did they have?"
"I can't say for sure because there were no spellcasters spying on them." Byff held his head. "But judging from the roar, there were at least twenty."
"Impossible."
Jon Arthur frowned. "Even if we searched the entire city of Kohor, we would not be able to gather so many magic cannons. They purposely amplified the sound to create psychological pressure on our soldiers. It turned out that this trick was very effective."
"No." Byff shook his head.
Byff shook his head. "I would not be fooled by such a small trick. There were at least twenty magic cannons firing at our square formation. But those magic cannons are a little different. Jon Arthur, I think you should take a look."
The dragon hunter motioned for a few soldiers to come in. They were carrying a huge metal ball that seemed to have been dragged back from the battlefield. It was still stained with mud, organs, and blood. The stench filled the entire tent. Jon Arthur's frown deepened.
"What is this?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, but the enemy's magic cannons seem to be firing this thing."
"Are you sure?"
Jon Arthur looked up and down with hesitation. Magic cannons were weapons that used magic cores as hubs and were activated by runes to attack the enemy. Therefore, after every battle, the spellcasters would need to maintain and recharge them. What they fired were energy bodies that would explode when they hit the target. It was impossible to leave behind any metal ball.
"I'm sure."
Byff showed off his broken gauntlet. At that time, a cannonball was aimed at his face, but he raised his hand to block it. Although the cannonball was very powerful, a single cannonball could not cause too much damage to a legendary warrior. At most, it made his arm feel a little sore.
Next, Byff described in more detail the scene that appeared in the enemy's camp when the "magic cannon" fired.
"Metal ball, red light, and smoke."
Jon Arthur thought for a while and shook his head. "This is not a magic cannon at all. It is a different kind of weapon that uses magic cannons as a template. You have been fooled."
"But its power is equally shocking."
Byff continued. "No matter what kind of weapon it is, we have lost. What do you plan to do next?"
Jon Arthur looked at him with displeasure. The word "lost" was especially harsh to him. "We have not lost yet."
He emphasized. "Although we are in a situation where we are attacked from both sides, these disadvantages will not change the final outcome of the battle. The Elven Forest cannot hold on any longer."
He said to Byff, "Build another line of defense to block those useless undead. This time, I will return the legendary spellcaster to you. Don't worry."
"On this side, when Darrow's news comes, we will launch a general attack on the Elven Forest. The Black Dragon dared to send a small fry to handle things here. I will let him know the consequences of underestimating us. This war will be won. Quelquizad will protect us."